Et tu?

After a smashing reality check, I wonder why.

Some of my greatest happiness

Maybe even the peak,

I stood on with you.

 

My best friend, a soul-friend.

A sole friend.

I looked to you for strength.

 

Suddenly, so fast I still don't know,

You were gone.

Put so perfectly out of reach.

 

I am still whirling,

Looking for the way up.

I chase after rock-bottom.

 

I'm not sure what happened.

I'm not sure why.

I'm not sure how to fix it.

 

If we are allotted only a certain amount

Of tears in life,

Mine congeal in my cupped hands.

 

All I can do, with any wisdom I may have

Is try, feebly, to funnel my sorrow

Into the pixel ink afforded me. 

And lock this poor soul up

To contemplate its wrongs.

And attempt to heal, all curled up;

Or, forever, mistrust and doubt, and never love.

Author's Note

Sorry, this is no Poe. I have exposed a very tender piece of my soul, though, so if you do read this please be as nice as possible.

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

"My best friend, a soul-friend.
A sole friend.
I looked to you for strength.

Suddenly, so fast I still don't know,
You were gone.
Put so perfectly out of reach."

I love those lines, I mean, I love the entire poem, but those lines speak to me loudest. I have gone through something very similar, and I know the dreadful loneliness, and you've described it here wonderfully.

[Wildecat]

I loved your poem, especailly the line my best friend and soul mate. Nice write.